I look through the darkness but see nothing.
Blackness lets my imagination erupt—
When a noise is heard,
its power overwhelms me.
Where is it coming from?
Listening could become a habit.
Difficult to break.
I want quiet to surface in
this night air.
Resting my hands on my bed,
rocking myself to sleep…
I nestle within.
If it were left to me,
I would not recognize you.
No matter that you are every place I go.
You can’t follow me forever.
It could be possible for you to notice someone else.
Not at all like me.
Perhaps sooner or later amnesia will take over.
None of this matters.
Your absence would be nice
Back to peaceful days, sleep,
without waking with all these words in my head or
nightmares on a skewer burning…